<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269546</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:13:04.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>five o'clock</title><subtitle type='html'>in which the author, being of zero creativity, idly rips off ideas which are not his own in order to superficially please, and then immediately disappoint, the (probably non-existant) audience he's trying to ignore.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>five o'clock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269546.post-113589648891529738</id><published>2005-12-29T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:54:09.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crazy dreams last night.  I think it was because I spent a bunch of time writing before I went to bed.  I’ve been really excited about writing in my spare time for the last few days.  I hope it lasts.I was at a school, going up in an elevator.  Looking for Eric.  Instead of buttons in the elevator, there was a lever which you pulled up or down, respectively.  Eric had just run inside and told me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/feeds/113589648891529738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6269546&amp;postID=113589648891529738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default/113589648891529738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default/113589648891529738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/2005/12/crazy-dreams-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>five o'clock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269546.post-113589641403083145</id><published>2005-12-29T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:46:54.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went through a series of mood fluctuations today after getting a filling at 7:30am.  I realized that I had not had a cigarette since the xmas party at our house on Sunday.  I walked to the career center at the library and registered with “careerlilnk” which I have to do for my unemployment, and borrowed In the Shadow of the American Dream:  The Diaries of David Wojnarowicz.  We are reading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/feeds/113589641403083145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6269546&amp;postID=113589641403083145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default/113589641403083145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default/113589641403083145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-through-series-of-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>five o'clock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269546.post-113432826097850087</id><published>2005-12-11T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T11:11:00.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i’m thinking right now about wonder.  Like, how wonder is related to my bullshit existentialism.  I wonder how idyllic my own wonder is.I wonder about class and my relationship with academia – I work a low-wage job where academics come to consume services:  printing.  I receive, what I perceive as, the most foul treatment from students.  Requesting a simple service such as color copying and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/feeds/113432826097850087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6269546&amp;postID=113432826097850087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default/113432826097850087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default/113432826097850087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-thinking-right-now-about-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>five o'clock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269546.post-107292679503288570</id><published>2003-12-31T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T19:13:32.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the style i chose for this blog is "Herbert," in case any of my adoring fans care.  Who would possibly read this?  gawd.  i hope its nobody i know.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/feeds/107292679503288570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6269546&amp;postID=107292679503288570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default/107292679503288570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6269546/posts/default/107292679503288570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mismatchedmetaphor.blogspot.com/2003/12/style-i-chose-for-this-blog-is-herbert.html' title=''/><author><name>five o'clock</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
